[ When it's completely off and left somewhere over the side of the bed, the amusement fades once more into that concentration, Spock leaning in once again—but he lingers close instead of actually kissing him. Close enough that Jim can feel each breath, Spock hovers just over his mouth and chin, his hands once more trailing up from Jim's chest. They outline his shoulders now, the top of his arms, the cords of his neck and curve of his Adam's apple, leaving cool trails in his fingers' wake. ]
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